Final Lord

Chapter 262 The King's Resistant Spirit
No sooner had Salang finished speaking than a strange thing happened!
The humus suddenly churned like boiling water, and the already stiffened corpses began to convulse. The fallen soldiers' eye sockets, eroded by mycelium, snapped open, their cloudy pupils crawling with pink mycelium. Their joints made a teeth-grinding "crackling" sound as they were ejected into the air in a bizarre, ergonomically unnatural posture!

"what!"

The soldiers in the front row let out a piercing scream.

Dozens of half-goat corpses lunged at the living soldiers like demons, their rotting hooves clamping down on their ankles. From their gaping maws, their once-neat molars had mutated into serrated, fungal fangs, tearing at fresh flesh.

"Ah! My leg—" A young half-goat knelt on the ground, watching helplessly as his calf was devoured and mangled by his former comrade. Even more horrifying, the pink fungus seeping into the wound was spreading beneath his skin at a visible speed.

Salang's ram horns trembled with rage, and the mead-like liquid within the transparent cavity of his abdomen boiled and churned. He ripped off the patriarch's necklace from his chest, the bronze shepherd's bells striking deep craters in the humus: "Form ranks! Purify these profanes!"

The well-trained half-goat warriors swiftly formed a circular defensive formation. The Mist-Transforming Goats lifted their hemp robes, their scimitars slicing through the morning mist with chilling arcs; the Dreamless Goat Beasts' bone staffs plunged into the ground, hypnotic ripples spreading outwards. Yet, the corpses controlled by the fungus showed no reaction to mind magic; instead, their movements became increasingly coordinated under the resonance of the mycelium, like puppets manipulated by invisible threads.

"No! Use fire!"

"Use fire!" Salang roared, shaking the spores from the treetops. The lame sheep immediately took out oil bombs and threw them.

Boom! The incendiary bomb exploded amidst the horde of corpses, creating a dazzling display of sparks. The flames engulfed the undead, but instead ignited a frenzy of mycelium lurking beneath the humus. The entire battlefield seemed to transform into the digestive tract of some colossal creature, every inch of air thick with a cloyingly sweet fragrance of spores.

……

"My little gift was discovered." Wang Bufu chuckled softly in Mair's ear. "Just as I thought, Hank is a very cautious general."

"My lord, what should we do now? Should we stop them?"

“No need,” Wang Bufu said calmly. “It’s better that he discovered it than that he didn’t.”

……

The messenger staggered into the command tent, his armor stained with humus and foul-smelling slime, his voice trembling with fear: "Reporting, Your Excellency! A surprise attack on the front lines! Lord Sutton's fallen soldiers—they, they've all come back to life!"

Viscount Hank slowly raised his eyelids, his gilded riding boots crushing the scattered stones on the ground with a sickening crack. His long, slender fingers traced the Hydra ring at his waist, a cold smile playing on his lips: "Detailed battle report."

"Yes, sir!" The messenger knelt on one knee, his Adam's apple bobbing. "Those corpses suddenly sprang to life before the incendiary bombs were dropped, mycelium bursting from their eye sockets, mouths, and noses, lunging at our soldiers like marionettes. The half-goat troops lost nine elite soldiers and eight were seriously wounded; the human troops—his voice trailing off—" suffered one hundred and twenty dead and sixty-seven incapacitated."

"Where's the enemy?" Hank casually used his dagger to pry open a pink spore that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, watching it turn into wisps of smoke at the tip of his blade.

"Completely...completely wiped out." The messenger swallowed hard. "But those were already corpses."

A low laugh suddenly echoed within the tent. Viscount Hank's sable cloak billowed like dark clouds in the candlelight, and as he rose, the Hydra ring cast a distorted shadow within the tent.

“Just as I thought.” His voice was like poison quenched with ice. “If it were me, I would have buried this ambush in this humus.”

If I hadn't discovered them, and those corpses had been sent back to my camp, their sudden attack could indeed have caused me some trouble. Sutton's gilded spurs slammed heavily on the ground. "The conspiracy has been foiled. Vee-Gru must be very disappointed." Salang's bronze shepherd's bells rang shrilly outside the tent, his ram-like eyes burning with the flames of vengeance: "My lord, let me lead men in and break in—"

“No rush.” Hank raised his hand to stop them, his fingertips tracing the scarlet markings on the military map. “Order the entire army: fire barrages of incendiary bombs, and advance the catapults three hundred meters.”

He lifted the tent flap, and in the distance, the twisted mushroom forest resembled a struggling behemoth in the firelight.

"The monsters that will destroy Sutton's Legion haven't appeared yet, so it's not time for the whole army to advance."

Since they like to hide in the mycelium like mice—"My amber pupils reflected the soaring flames, then I'll burn the entire Black Forest into their crematorium!"

……

Flames raged across the sky, and dark clouds pressed down on the city.

Meyer's slender fingers gripped the coin pouch tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.

She could clearly feel the overwhelming rage of the Corpse Fungus Sky Island beneath her—this transcendent sixth-tier Overlord monster was trembling violently under her suppression, its grayish-white fungal body constantly bulging and collapsing, like boiling lava.

The mushroom forest that was burned by Hank's army, each one a offspring he had painstakingly cultivated over decades, now let out a silent wail amidst the flames.

"Calm down...wait a little longer..." Mair gently stroked the trembling cap of the corpse fungus island, his emerald pupils reflecting the distant, soaring flames. Giant umbrella-shaped fungi on the outskirts of the Black Forest were falling in droves, their charred stems breaking off and spurting out foul-smelling liquid, like the blood flowing through this demonic realm.

"My lord, my suppression is nearing its limit." Mair's mental link trembled slightly, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her fair forehead. The Corpse Fungus Sky Island struggled more and more violently, the sporangia beneath its cap constantly contracting and expanding, emitting a teeth-grinding "crunching" sound. If this continued, this behemoth might break free from the control of the [Overlord] at any moment.

From the other end of the communication came Wang Bufu's calm, almost ruthless, reply: "The mycelium must entangle the prey's ankle to deliver a fatal blow." His voice was like an icy blade. "Let Salang go another three hundred meters."

Suddenly, the Corpse Fungus Sky Island emitted a deafening shriek. The fungal growth beneath Mair's feet abruptly bulged, nearly knocking her over. The Overlord Monster sensed that a Queen of Enchantresses had been struck by an oil bomb; the alluring female face on its cap twisted and screamed in agony amidst the flames. Countless pink spores exploded like dying fireworks, only to be scorched by the flames and reduced to wisps of smoke in the next instant.

"I'm about to die!" Mair took a deep breath, took out a bottle of blue potion, and drank it down.

[Strange Spiritual Power Potion]
Effect: Increases mental strength by 20 points, decreases defense by 20 points.

In an instant, Mair's figure shrank considerably, but her spirit soared even higher. Utilizing her suddenly increased mental power, Mair finally managed to barely suppress the body of the dominator beneath her.

Suddenly, Wang Bufu's voice boomed like thunder: "Now!"

"Liberate!" Upon hearing the order, Mair abruptly released his mental shackles.

(End of this chapter)